Saint Spirit by Quelli di ZEd
to be cleansed the wounds and to avoid that they infected him. Immediately excluded the possibility to go to the river next to the village, you/he/she would have been too much risky. Then with a light smile it welcomed the idea to reach the pond where you/he/she had met for the first time Sabrina. The running water of the river was surely less bacterial than the stale water of that little pond, but unfortunately it didn't have other choice. Besides it fed an instinctive trust in that place, that was seemed him from immediately fatato. To find again the road would not have been a problem, you/he/she would have gone toward east and, the sea of forehead finding himself/herself/itself, you/he/she would have looked for the pond in the proximities. Around the environment was so thin there of vegetation that you/he/she would immediately have jumped to his eye that oasis wound by its flourishing flora.
After a long to err, Saint finally reached its destination. Fermo in front of that dark green circle, composed by friendly bushes, you/he/she suffered a sudden anxiety. It had the feeling that someone the same waiting beyond the vegetation. Which sets as hideaway could be surer for a demon?
"What by now stupid conjectures are created me in head. Am becoming paranoiac!"
It was his/her cynicism that came him in help to avoid him new tangles of the soul. By now, in the situation in which was found, you/he/she had to be ready to wait him for anything really behind the angle. But to have of side that deadly omnipresent state of conscience, would not have been worth him to anticipate the unforeseen event. If behind that bushes there had been a some monster, of certain you/he/she would not have been able to avoid the meeting. Who knows, even really hiding himself/herself/itself in that oasis would have avoided a disagreeable meeting.
It was alone in that instant that realized not to even have thought for a second about his/her Dafne. She had remained in the village, in nanny of who knows what torments.
As ch'egli it was possible you/he/she had not thought of us before?
It was as if you/he/she had always felt her to his/her side, his/her instinct it didn't warn him distant. Also at that time, in which the reason surprised him of its carelessness towards her, its mind it was calm, as if it smelled in the air the odor of its companion. What feelings were you/they ever these? Possible that its mind had reached such an internal disarrangement not to be succeeded in decoding its emotions anymore and to coherently channel his to cogitate?
Every thought seemed out to fall him in head from, upsetting him/it every time. Its head appeared as an empty container, or better as a closed container, out of its control, that something as soon as disclosed him in base to the whims of its drunk limbs.
Laughed to big voice! Had become crazy! Better not damning him the existence and way of living with lightness his/her new condition of irresponsible imbecile!
Of run crossed the road that separated him/it from the oasis. It threw to the air all of his/her dresses and it threw him in the pond with a roaring cackle. It was a couple of minutes sott'acqua, so much to make a will if the instinct of maintenance had been unharmed in him or every impulse you/he/she was irremediably jeopardized. At the end it sprouted out with the head, riempiendosi greedily the bellows of air. Was not everything compromise, its heart still needed the precious air! But a nth violent amazement dyed its face with an unbelievable unforeseen event. The appannamento of the eyes, going out of sott'acqua, some second had lasted. What now saw was a certainty, at least for his/her insane mind!
XXV
Sabrina raced. It raced because his/her father had shouted him to escape with the voice, while with the eyes you/he/she told her that she was the thing most important that had to the world. It raced because it loved someone whom its village hated. It raced because you/he/she had recognized that monster. It raced because by now, its village didn't exist perhaps, already more. In his/her life you/he/she had always attended that something of strong it happened for changing the placid destiny to which went toward. Every time that looked him projected in the future, they were filled her eyes of tears to imagine him aged as his/her mother, to attend the issue and to hurry the domestic matters. In truth it had a quality in more in comparison to his/her mother, that would probably have brought her to manage the organizational part of the creation of the figurines of the elementalis. It was a noble job in his/her village, rather it was the reason for which its village existed. But this even was not enough for her. That routine already made her/it go crazy now.
As you/he/she would ever have been able to spend the whole life in that way?
Then, to the sudden one a series of events that you/they had changed the course of the things had happened. It warned a sharp pain of nostalgia to the heart to consider to his/her life up to a few days before. So near yet so distant. Would never be been able to return back! What perhaps, happened, it was inevitable. It understood now only the hidden hate, entirely irresponsible, that tried towards that paradisiacal village, of that benevolent people that was loved and he/she reciprocally esteemed. You/he/she had been really his/her hate to cause everything.
While its soul wandered in the meander of its sad cerebral castle, its body reached destination. This was his/her private place the mirror in which its conscience looked him and he purified. You/he/she would not have been able to save her/it anybody in this breaker to the infuori of his/her magic oasis.
Its beloved leaves already caress her the face, while it was entering the circle of vegetation that held hidden the pond to the indiscreet eyes of the external world. Here is his/her perfumed and light air that already consoled her the desperate breath with his/her levità . The soft grassy mantle made not the tickle to her feet as soon as it unthread him of back the sandals of hard leather. It was then an instant to free some heavy dresses that oppressed her the pore of the skin, holding anchors her/it to his/her origins of inhabitant of Boscocittà . Now that was naked, it was only her without history and without duties. It owed as soon as possible to suffocate his/her immense anguish in the blessed water of his/her pond, would have devoured otherwise her body and soul in a flash.
While it was being about to bathe, a sudden crash in the water made her jolt the heart in throat. He/she saw the drops squirt, the to ripple around some water and the foam, but it didn't gather what fallen was in the pond. The terror petrified her/it leaving her/it imbambolata, standing on the shore, to fix the water that got excited. Then everything returned calm and nothing more stirred.
Possible? Was thing ever fallen in the water?
Of sudden something emerged. It was the head of a man. My God, who could steal never him his/her angle of salvation. it was still paralyzed in the full his/her nudit, the absorbed feet in the lukewarm one of his/her violated sea.
Its body of milk was nanny of a foreign look!
It didn't have other choice, it threw him in the water to escape to that violence.
On the face of Saint a serious smile that contained the whole accomplice folly that united him/it to that nymph appeared on the surface. Now it was him to be the ogre to want to devour those magnificent forms. You pushed to swimming verse of her, maintaining his/her look as a laser on the young girl that was dipped in the water in the meantime. He/she saw her lips open in a grimace of amazement, when his/her ceruleis eyes recognized him/it. Not their bodies were just near sott'acqua they were melted in a liberatorio embrace and Sabrina you/he/she could finally shout the pleasure to be taken by that man. The depths sighs of him were almost moans of pain for that liberatoria explosion of its desire. They loved in the water, then stretched out on the soft mantle of the magic grass of that place. They took the whole time that it was necessary for knowing their mutual bodies. They did anything, without hesitations, without uttering word maintaining their rationalities and their past away from that place. It was as if you/they had been born from the foam of the pond, as soon as few hours before, and their only purpose was to tie.
Sabrina was stretched out with the head on the naked breast of Saint, with him still inside of her, when the reason returned
to tap him on the temples.
What was you/he/she happened to his/her family, to his/her father, full of that the last time had looked at her with the eyes love for her and of fear for the fate that attended them?
Did thing stay of its village from there?
That man, narrow to her, could you/he/she be the monster that was torturing his/her world remotely?
His/her people thought him/it, but she, didn't warn at all instead in him that ill-omened aura; rather Saint seemed to belong to the sphere of the Beings you Overcome. The energy emanated by its lover had an I don't know that of prophetic, it hid in him the key of some ancestral mystery.
No, it was of his/her world that demon, it was certain of it, therefore surely you/he/she could not be a creation of him. By now that monster had disclosed her its origin. You/he/she had succeeded in looking him/it at dettagliatamente in face. Ripercorrendo the features of that abnormal ebony body, recognized all of its horrendous familiarity. As you/he/she would ever be been able to return to his/her village, realizing that perhaps it was really her to attract that bad luck that ineluctably it belonged her, his/her despite?
Sabrina started to day-dream to stay forever in that oasis
After a long to err, Saint finally reached its destination. Fermo in front of that dark green circle, composed by friendly bushes, you/he/she suffered a sudden anxiety. It had the feeling that someone the same waiting beyond the vegetation. Which sets as hideaway could be surer for a demon?
"What by now stupid conjectures are created me in head. Am becoming paranoiac!"
It was his/her cynicism that came him in help to avoid him new tangles of the soul. By now, in the situation in which was found, you/he/she had to be ready to wait him for anything really behind the angle. But to have of side that deadly omnipresent state of conscience, would not have been worth him to anticipate the unforeseen event. If behind that bushes there had been a some monster, of certain you/he/she would not have been able to avoid the meeting. Who knows, even really hiding himself/herself/itself in that oasis would have avoided a disagreeable meeting.
It was alone in that instant that realized not to even have thought for a second about his/her Dafne. She had remained in the village, in nanny of who knows what torments.
As ch'egli it was possible you/he/she had not thought of us before?
It was as if you/he/she had always felt her to his/her side, his/her instinct it didn't warn him distant. Also at that time, in which the reason surprised him of its carelessness towards her, its mind it was calm, as if it smelled in the air the odor of its companion. What feelings were you/they ever these? Possible that its mind had reached such an internal disarrangement not to be succeeded in decoding its emotions anymore and to coherently channel his to cogitate?
Every thought seemed out to fall him in head from, upsetting him/it every time. Its head appeared as an empty container, or better as a closed container, out of its control, that something as soon as disclosed him in base to the whims of its drunk limbs.
Laughed to big voice! Had become crazy! Better not damning him the existence and way of living with lightness his/her new condition of irresponsible imbecile!
Of run crossed the road that separated him/it from the oasis. It threw to the air all of his/her dresses and it threw him in the pond with a roaring cackle. It was a couple of minutes sott'acqua, so much to make a will if the instinct of maintenance had been unharmed in him or every impulse you/he/she was irremediably jeopardized. At the end it sprouted out with the head, riempiendosi greedily the bellows of air. Was not everything compromise, its heart still needed the precious air! But a nth violent amazement dyed its face with an unbelievable unforeseen event. The appannamento of the eyes, going out of sott'acqua, some second had lasted. What now saw was a certainty, at least for his/her insane mind!
XXV
Sabrina raced. It raced because his/her father had shouted him to escape with the voice, while with the eyes you/he/she told her that she was the thing most important that had to the world. It raced because it loved someone whom its village hated. It raced because you/he/she had recognized that monster. It raced because by now, its village didn't exist perhaps, already more. In his/her life you/he/she had always attended that something of strong it happened for changing the placid destiny to which went toward. Every time that looked him projected in the future, they were filled her eyes of tears to imagine him aged as his/her mother, to attend the issue and to hurry the domestic matters. In truth it had a quality in more in comparison to his/her mother, that would probably have brought her to manage the organizational part of the creation of the figurines of the elementalis. It was a noble job in his/her village, rather it was the reason for which its village existed. But this even was not enough for her. That routine already made her/it go crazy now.
As you/he/she would ever have been able to spend the whole life in that way?
Then, to the sudden one a series of events that you/they had changed the course of the things had happened. It warned a sharp pain of nostalgia to the heart to consider to his/her life up to a few days before. So near yet so distant. Would never be been able to return back! What perhaps, happened, it was inevitable. It understood now only the hidden hate, entirely irresponsible, that tried towards that paradisiacal village, of that benevolent people that was loved and he/she reciprocally esteemed. You/he/she had been really his/her hate to cause everything.
While its soul wandered in the meander of its sad cerebral castle, its body reached destination. This was his/her private place the mirror in which its conscience looked him and he purified. You/he/she would not have been able to save her/it anybody in this breaker to the infuori of his/her magic oasis.
Its beloved leaves already caress her the face, while it was entering the circle of vegetation that held hidden the pond to the indiscreet eyes of the external world. Here is his/her perfumed and light air that already consoled her the desperate breath with his/her levità . The soft grassy mantle made not the tickle to her feet as soon as it unthread him of back the sandals of hard leather. It was then an instant to free some heavy dresses that oppressed her the pore of the skin, holding anchors her/it to his/her origins of inhabitant of Boscocittà . Now that was naked, it was only her without history and without duties. It owed as soon as possible to suffocate his/her immense anguish in the blessed water of his/her pond, would have devoured otherwise her body and soul in a flash.
While it was being about to bathe, a sudden crash in the water made her jolt the heart in throat. He/she saw the drops squirt, the to ripple around some water and the foam, but it didn't gather what fallen was in the pond. The terror petrified her/it leaving her/it imbambolata, standing on the shore, to fix the water that got excited. Then everything returned calm and nothing more stirred.
Possible? Was thing ever fallen in the water?
Of sudden something emerged. It was the head of a man. My God, who could steal never him his/her angle of salvation. it was still paralyzed in the full his/her nudit, the absorbed feet in the lukewarm one of his/her violated sea.
Its body of milk was nanny of a foreign look!
It didn't have other choice, it threw him in the water to escape to that violence.
On the face of Saint a serious smile that contained the whole accomplice folly that united him/it to that nymph appeared on the surface. Now it was him to be the ogre to want to devour those magnificent forms. You pushed to swimming verse of her, maintaining his/her look as a laser on the young girl that was dipped in the water in the meantime. He/she saw her lips open in a grimace of amazement, when his/her ceruleis eyes recognized him/it. Not their bodies were just near sott'acqua they were melted in a liberatorio embrace and Sabrina you/he/she could finally shout the pleasure to be taken by that man. The depths sighs of him were almost moans of pain for that liberatoria explosion of its desire. They loved in the water, then stretched out on the soft mantle of the magic grass of that place. They took the whole time that it was necessary for knowing their mutual bodies. They did anything, without hesitations, without uttering word maintaining their rationalities and their past away from that place. It was as if you/they had been born from the foam of the pond, as soon as few hours before, and their only purpose was to tie.
Sabrina was stretched out with the head on the naked breast of Saint, with him still inside of her, when the reason returned
What was you/he/she happened to his/her family, to his/her father, full of that the last time had looked at her with the eyes love for her and of fear for the fate that attended them?
Did thing stay of its village from there?
That man, narrow to her, could you/he/she be the monster that was torturing his/her world remotely?
His/her people thought him/it, but she, didn't warn at all instead in him that ill-omened aura; rather Saint seemed to belong to the sphere of the Beings you Overcome. The energy emanated by its lover had an I don't know that of prophetic, it hid in him the key of some ancestral mystery.
No, it was of his/her world that demon, it was certain of it, therefore surely you/he/she could not be a creation of him. By now that monster had disclosed her its origin. You/he/she had succeeded in looking him/it at dettagliatamente in face. Ripercorrendo the features of that abnormal ebony body, recognized all of its horrendous familiarity. As you/he/she would ever be been able to return to his/her village, realizing that perhaps it was really her to attract that bad luck that ineluctably it belonged her, his/her despite?
Sabrina started to day-dream to stay forever in that oasis